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"Gareth? Really?" said Sarah Barnaby as she massaged her husband's shoulders. "Personal trainer Gareth?"

"Mm hm," confirmed John, revelling in the massage, his poor body worn out from the run.

"You're lucky I love you so much..." she continued conversationally.

"Hm?" replied Barnaby, distracted by a particularly well-placed thumb digging into his muscle. "Oh, that's good."

"... seeing as he tried to pick me up and all."

She felt him still, his muscles going tense once again as he considered what she just told him.

He tilted his face to look at hers moments later. "I married a goon 'un."

She grinned as she leaned down to kiss him. "And don't you ever forget it."


Finito.